Dr Banner and a couple of other members of hospital staff carefully moved Jill onto a trolley and then rushed her to casualty as she began to regain consciousness. Dr Banner then went on to examine her, well aware of her 'condition.' Although the others looked on slightly puzzled as Dr Weatherill begged him to do whatever he could.
It wasn't just a traumatic time for the female Doctor but also her husband. It's easy under these sorts of situations to forget the man's feelings. When he found out about Jill's predicament he ran faster than he'd ever run before; primarily concerned for his wife and after that their unborn child.
'Jill!' Gordon exclaimed as he ran to her side
'I'm sorry G-Gordon' she cried, distraught at the events
'What ever happened sweetheart?' What about the baby?' he added, blowing their news in spectacular fashion .
'Low blood pressure, fast pulse, abdominal pain, guarding in the left iliac phosphate' detailed Dr Banner knowing Gordon would understand instantly
'E-ec-ectoptic' Jill cried 'I'm s-sorry, sorry' as if begging for forgiveness.
'It's okay, come on it's okay. It's okay Jill' Gordon tried to reassure his devastated wife, pushing his own feelings to one side. Once they'd been able to stabilise the Doctor, her and Gordon got a short moment together.
'I had some abdominal pain earlier today, I should have realised really' she mumbled quietly, drowsy from the morphine.
'You need to rest now, we're going to get you to Ashfordly General. Everything's going to be alright' her husband reassured, trying to comfort her as much as possible.
'It's my fault.' Jill broke down again 'I didn't want to ask for help, to look weak. I should have done something Gordon. And now I'm being p-punished'
'Jill. JILL, can you hear me!' shouted Gordon has Jill slipped away again. The poor Doctor looked on as his dear wife struggled to survive.